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April 10, 2012
Just know that, if I could, I would pick you out of there
And place you down by lake Gada,
Where the waves sing in latin as they worship at the shore.

I woud take you to places carved out of history,
Where the dead mutter their lives in a non-descript tongue
And crumbling monuments try to cling to a glory already gone.

If I could, Mondays would be burned over a roasting fire.
They would scream as they dissolved into a nothingness and we Would finally be free of their rule.

Just know that I would, if I could.